Novan Te'lithaPhysical Description:
In Hunter Gear
On the run:Affiliation/Title:
Novan was just another in a long list of those who have been swayed by the charisma of the queen; just another loyal minion who volunteered for the Hunters. Yet Novan soon proved to be unique among them; his talent with a sword was often compared to a bird in flight, or a fish swimming; a natural master of it who diligently practiced with almost his every waking breath. To say he was the best swordsman among the Hunters was a gross understatement. The Queen herself took a liking to his ability and often called upon him to spar with her, citing that he was the only one who could let her stretch her muscles against a living opponent. They were not serious bouts; he would be appalled at the thought of drawing the blood of his god-queen, and she would have pulverized him anyway, if not with swordskill alone than certainly with her incomparable powers. Though their interactions were close, Novan would not dare call himself the queen’s friend; he would rather be seen as her most dependable warrior, and she agreed. Many called him ‘The Queen’s Blade’, and he relished in that title.
What he did not relish in, however, was the killing.
At first he thought about it the same way any of the Queen’s devoted fanatics thought of it; these were rebels, traitors, filthy heathens who dared touch sacred powers that were the queen’s and the queen’s alone. But, brigands and armed bandits became fathers who claimed they never wanted to light a fire; disgruntled nobles and their conscript armies became mothers who swore that the neighbors who claimed she made water move were lying harpies.
It wasn’t until both mothers and fathers became corpses trying to protect children not old enough to leave their parents’ fields that Novan stopped seeing his Queen as the monster she was, rather than the god she claimed to be. Instead of killing the children, he slew his own Huntsmen, and hid the children in various homes of the village. When he reported back to the queen, he made some cacophony story up that sounded quite plausible, and had the queen nodding her head.
She continued to nod when she tossed him the head of the village elder who had agreed to his plan.
To this day Novan did not know which of them attacked first. He did know that for the first time in his life, his skills, body, and mind were put to a test that they never had been before. He would later muse if what he felt then was what others felt when they faced him; that all his training, all his talent, was worthless in the presence of one of the truly ‘chosen’.
He was forced to leap from a window, covered with wounds, and flee for his life. Now he was one of the pursued and hunted, and on a merry chase he led those who tried to find him, hiding to lick his wounds when could, fending off the sharks who smelled his blood when he couldn’t. Through it all, he cursed his own stupidity and foolishness, both for allowing himself to be used in a madwoman’s quest to hold all power, and for believing, even for a second, that skill alone could ever overcome magic. It was during one lull in what seemed like a never-ending loop of hiding, fighting, and self-pity that he found it; his saving grace, his redemption.
It was an old manual, ancient and barely holding itself together. What little inside Novan could read clearly identified it as a training book for Air users. While the manual was all but useless to him, from its pages he was able to decipher a new sword technique, something that might even the scale against a magic user; the ability to cut through the air itself, forcing air pressure along a straight path that could slice through almost anything.
By itself, it wasn’t enough. But it was a start. And soon there was talk of the former Hunter, who could face the queen and live, was on the march again…Strengths:
Quite possibly the greatest swordsman of the modern era, or any era. Like any Hunter worth his salt, he is also quite skilled at tracking, investigation, and infiltration.Weaknesses:
Specialized to the point of insanity. Give him a sword or a sword like weapon, and he is a fighting genius. Ask him to fight with only his fists or even another un-sword like weapon, and he is average at best, incompetent at worst. He’s single-minded mission of redemption also makes him deaf to almost anyone else, seeing anyone as a burden that would get in the way regardless of their abilities.